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Grandest at the concert

Image may contain: 1 person, smiling, christmas tree and indoorAre we having fun or what? My grandest in her glory at almost ten. Almost. She is the dearest ever, the most fun and loving child and with her love for animals, she plans to be a Veterinarian in the future. She’s learned to love the big dogs she’s grown up with, so beautiful to see. Her mother set the pace from earliest childhood with her care of dogs and cats How well I recall her bringing stray cats home with no fear, just love and caring and she was a young child back then. To watch her grow to become a mother so dear, a teacher well known, is a joy for this mother and now we have Grandest who plays basketball so well and loves life.

The big thing is they both saved my life a year ago when I fell. Suddenly I was on the hardwood floor in my grandest’s bedroom. I heard her screaming, “Mom, Gran fell down and she’s not moving.” Daughter to the rescue with phone calls, an ambulance, arrangements for a fine rehab where I stayed for seven weeks until I was able to go home with a cane in my hand for balance. Every day they came to visit after school with a new outfit for me to wear. When I look at pictures from that bad time, I’m shocked at my thin face so worn and frightened yet my family brought me back to life.

Now it’s almost Chrismas. I still need a cane but I’m back to wearing makeup and looking human. I am so grateful to have survived, to laugh with grandest, to enjoy life again.

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Reconstructucting Charlie

In 1996, I killed my father. Dear old Dad was great with a belt. A belt of whiskey. A belt from around his waist unbuckled when you least expected and I knew it was coming and some of us escaped later when it was coming. Not me. not Mom. Never Mom. I’m the oldest. I didn’t  want to see the little ones see the okay dad turn into a monster Dad on payday. Every Payday.

I heard the television turned up loud before I turned it up before  I opened the door. Mom always on up, he’d watch the Minnesota Twins beat the hell out of the Boston Red Sex. Not a great year for the Twins. On this day, after I dropped off the kids, I hoped for a distraction. Maybe this time instead of beating us up, I raced home just in time to be with Mom

The front door banged open hard enough to rattle the dishes in the cabinet. A painted porcelelain egg rolled to the edge, teetered for a second. The small egg cracked with the force of a  bomb. a jackhammer all his sorry life and ugly drunk. I wrestled it out of his filthy hands and hit him good.

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Grandest goes to a special event

FirstImage may contain: 3 people, people smiling, people standing, suit and shoesFirst she was a teeny munchkin sleeping in my office as I wrote. Then I’d wheel her in the carriage and teach her about the wonders of nature. Then she was up to mischief emptying drawers, climbing out of her crib, racing out of the room, a fight to the finish.

Now she plays basketball, has her own mind about so many things and here she’s dressed so pretty with the soon to be bride and groom. Meet Nadia and Anthony.

Life is splendid , isn’t it? Enjoy every moment we are given.

Love to all, Charmaine

Short story part 3

After that, it was Joyce and Bob, Bob and Joyce. Seldom was one without the other. What a team! They were everyone’s touchstone. Envious coup[es looked at them in wonder. First, a friendship blossomed and later on, love was added.

The Korean conflict came. It was called a police action, then why didn’t they send cops? Bob went into the aviation cadet program and became a pilot. Letters flew back and forth from Chicago and Joyecy was too revealing how she felt, She would reveal small fragments to her mom. Her mom said, “If he ‘s declaring all this passion for you, dear daughter, I can only guess what your  writing to him.”

Sarah’s face would flush. Those were the days when chastity was a highlly regarded commodiity. Good girls didn’t, bad girls didn’t.

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Short Story part 2

There he was hanging out with his pals, with no inkling his future was about to be determined. Joyce hurried over to him with only a few minutes to spare before the bell rang. She knocked on his chest to get his attentention, She said, “Hi ,I’m Joyce Cooper. My sorority dance is a week from Saturday. I’d like you to be my date.”

He smiled and then smiled even wider when he checked out this girl who showed up out of nowhere.

“Okay.” And then he said, “What’s your name again?”.

More to follow tomorrow

A love letter to my lost one

We were the best couple ever, always loving and together since high school. Our motto was Marriage is one long conversation. And it was. We had our children, lost two, the Air Force years were remarkable. I was so proud of you, my handsome pilot. Civilian life proved to be tough but we made it, always talking things over, figuring out life’s problems together. The older boys chose to play guitars just as you did. Lessons, the basement arranged for their instruments and then a new era began. The seventies, the dawning of Aquarius, girls stopped wearing bras, and marijuana spread through the schools. We didn’t know it would also spread into our home. Life changed drastically as you went off to work and I was left at home with two little ones and two teens out of control.

My love, they never changed, our older children. After that , it became us, the small kids, and them. A few years later, your heart required a pacemaker. From then on you listened to your heart and forgot about me. Thirty seven years of happiness and suddenly, I was alone with a houseful of kids. You had a fever that wouldn’t go down. Doctor put you in the hospital for examination. After a few days of visiting, we sat together so sad life had changed for us. You looked at me the old way, so dear and loving, and said, “I love you.” We kissed and said goodbye.

2:30 in the morning the doctor called. Hurry, he said. By the time I arrived , you were gone.

How can I express the loss of my dearest? I can’t and it was a long time ago. So I say, “Happy Birthday wherever you are.”

My question is you were 56 when I lost you and I have aged. Have you or are you the same hale and hearty kind of guy I met in high school and we fell in love.

P.S. The older sons abandoned me after taking all the money you left to give me a comfortable life. All gone and so are they. Bad words to them from you and me.

Our two younger kids are all grown-up. Our son is married to an extraordinary woman, a fabulous artist. He continues with his artistic life of performing. They live in Denmark. Our beautiful girl grew up to be a teacher and the dearest daughter. We have a granddaughter you would love to pieces, she’s so smart and delightful. She’s nine and plays on a basketball team. You should see her guard. Or maybe you do. I wonder.

I had a bad fall and daughter and granddaughter saved my life. It’s been a difficult time, my love.

Taking care of Stray Dogs at the Shelter

A few years ago, these two beauties were best friends. Yesterday, daughter took them to the shelter where she walks caged dogs to help out. The girls jumped in to lather peanut butter on dog biscuits. Friendship revisited. They giggled and beamed, dog lovers, both of them just like my daughter who is a teacher but makes sure the dogs are walked on a daily basis. There are a bunch of folks who take the time to help out at the shelter.  I’m so proud of my daughter and grandest and her pal. Basketball season begins very

Basketball season begins very soon. How I love to watch grandest play.

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